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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Your blood is sweet as it runs down my throat like wine

I hold you close for now you are mine

I drop your body to the ground with a pound

from that moment forth there is not a sound

Your life means nothing but your blood is sweet

and I thank you for the life giving treat

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Thirsts are many

and varied things,

things that set

a life to seeking

what is needed,

what is wanted,

what is lacking.

 

Many be

the thirsts of life.

Few the lives

of lucky strength

that satisfy

the urge of thirst.

Many, many

more the lives

that in their thirsting

fall to the slaking of

another’s urge.

 

Much intensity spoken in a few words. The rhythmic movement of the piece and the use of rhyme are skillfully handled -- it flows quickly and smoothly without losing its force.

 

Nicely done. I’m looking forward to reading more of your stuff. Good luck with your application!

Edited by Cyril Darkcloud
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